On the outskirts of Nan'an City, Changfeng Academy.
In the west wing of the inner courtyard, dozens of disciples of various ages were kneeling in front of their desks, listening to the teacher's lectures.
"Human nature is evil, and the good ones are fake. This is the point of view put forward by Saint Xun in the article "Evil Nature." The old man said: "Among all the disciples, the shortest time I have been here to listen to the lecture has been three months.
Can you tell me your thoughts on this point of view?”
Before he finished speaking, a guy in the crowd suddenly stood up.
This person's appearance is rather unusual, with a round forehead and thin cheeks, thick eyebrows and narrow eyes, a short mustache, three long beards, very thick hair, and he is dressed in gray and loose clothes, with no crown on his head and no belt around his waist. He is described as very sloppy.
I saw him bare his chest and back, raised his arms and shouted: "Xunzi taught two Legalist disciples, Han Fei and Li Si, and Zhang Cang, who was engaged in arithmetic. Can these be considered Confucian saints? I suggest that those who respect Xunzi's teachings get out of Chang'an.
Feng Shuyuan!”
As soon as these words came out, the whole audience was in an uproar, and the guy who made the rude remarks even put his hands on his hips, looking so proud of himself that he was so angry that several disciples surrounded him at that time.
"Hey, hey, what are you doing?" This living treasure pointed at the people around him and shouted: "Xunzi values etiquette as the criterion, why do you unscrupulous disciples still want to do it?"
One of the leaders was so angry that he laughed back: "We still need to deal with you, a rude person..." Halfway through the words, the living treasure had already punched the poor brother in the face.
The scene suddenly became chaotic.
"Stop it!" Seeing the students fighting in a group, the old man shouted angrily: "How can you speak evil words and hurt people with your hands?" After saying that, the old man pointed his skinny finger in the direction of the living treasure.
: "Get out."
"Get out!" Huobao tilted his head, squatted on the ground, hugged his knees with his hands, and "rolled" out of the side hall.
However, even after he rolled out of here, Huobao did not stop. He stood up, not even bothering to pat the dust on his body, and went straight to the east side hall opposite here.
The main hall in the inner courtyard of Changfeng Academy is dedicated to the study of Confucius and the sages, while supporters of Mencius and Xunzi sects occupy two side halls in the east and west. In addition to these three halls, disciples in the inner courtyard can also study quietly in the Confucian classics building.
You can study in Chunqiu Residence, study debates, etc., and even go to the outer courtyard to practice riding and archery martial arts...
Like the West Side Hall, today's East Side Hall also has teachers leading disciples to interpret Mencius' words. Huobao quietly entered the East Side Hall and found a deserted corner to sit down and listen to everyone express their opinions.
Many people know that there are great similarities and differences in the doctrines between Mencius and Xunzi, the two Confucian saints, including but not limited to Mencius advocating "benevolence and righteousness", while Xunzi advocates "propriety and righteousness".
Emphasizing "thinking" while Xunzi advocates encouraging learning - the most different thing is their completely opposite "theory of good nature" and "theory of evil nature".
Of course, even if this live treasure made a fuss in the West Side Hall, I would think that he is a supporter of Master Meng. Otherwise, why would he hide a stick in his sleeve before entering the East Side Hall?
Just as the discussion became more and more intense, the living treasure suddenly stood up again, opened his arms, and shouted loudly: "Am I the only one who thinks that Mencius' statement that human nature is inherently good is nonsense?" The goodness of human nature is like water flowing down.
That’s right, the ontology and the metaphor are two completely unrelated things!”
All the attention of everyone present was focused on Huo Bao, including many with scorching eyes, but he turned a blind eye and continued to tell his long story.
"My little friend, I think you are wrong." The person closest to him walked over to Huo Bao. Although his expression was unkind, at least his tone was gentle: "Master Meng's theory of good nature cannot be taken out of context..."
Huo Bao didn't say any nonsense. He didn't even say a word. Instead, he quickly pulled out the short wooden stick hidden in his sleeve and stabbed the opponent's knee: "I'll give you a sap!"
After doing all these provocative things, Huobao left the east side hall in a hurry, running like a cheerful deer.
"You have gone too far." A middle-aged man with a solemn face climbed to the top of the debate house at some point and stood next to Huo Bao.
Huo Bao smiled slyly and contemptuously. He stretched out his hands and pointed in the east and west directions respectively: "The only thing that arouses my interest now is watching these idiots with elm-headed heads criticizing each other for each other's opinions.
——Just rely on them to govern the country and bring peace to the world? "
The solemn man shook his head. Obviously, he understood the meaning of Huobao, but he did not agree with it: "It is true that the words of the sage cannot be perfect, but it is better to walk on the broad road paved by the predecessors than to open a road yourself.
easy."
"Huh?" Huobao glanced at his teacher in disbelief: "So these people are going to go to the dark side? I have seen too many mediocre people struggling to reproduce the glory of their predecessors.
, but I think... shouldn't we make some bold changes based on today's current situation?"
"I agree with your last sentence, but obviously you haven't seen enough." The middle-aged man looked serious: "Su Chong, I think you should go out for a walk."
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Xumi Temple, Juezhou, Hebei Province.
There is a secluded and secret pavilion in the back mountain of Xumi Temple. At this moment, three monks are sitting around the pavilion.
"Do you know why I called you out today?" The fat monk held a peach in one hand and gently pinched the little monk's face with the other hand. His arms were as thick as the pillars of the stone table, and his tone sounded like he wanted to
Bully this poor kid.
The little monk had a dull look on his face. The pair of "fat and thin Toutuo" in front of him felt very oppressive, and his eyes wanted to eat him.
"Stupid! Practice martial arts!" The monk, who was as thin as a long pole, knocked on the young monk's reflective round head. The painful young monk quickly covered his head.
The three people sitting in rows here eating fruits are all monks from Xumi Temple.
The fat monk has thick eyebrows and huge eyes, and is as strong as an ox. The one hundred and eight beads hanging on his neck are all made of fine steel. The neck that can withstand such a weight has not been broken, so you can see that his strength is extraordinary.
Just average. This person's dharma name is Baoyin, his common name is "Lei Dabao", his nickname is "Iron Tathagata", and he also has an identity that he is too lazy to mention, "the leader of the four hidden arrows".
The thin monk's face is more kind, but his temper is extremely fiery, which is extremely inconsistent with his "Kong Ming" dharma title.
And this young monk with a round head and a youthful personality is the most highly anticipated "quality" among the new generation of disciples of Xumi Temple.
Why at this moment, Baoyin and Kongming want to take the little monk Yangsu to do some special training?
"Damn it! If I hadn't had diarrhea that day, would Yan Chunlai have been the winner of the Young Heroes Association?" Kong Ming beat his chest and cursed, not caring at all about the monk's commandment not to tell lies: "I will come as soon as I think of it.
Qi, I’m giving you special training for no other reason than to defeat the Jinghong Sect!”
Monk Baoyin, who has a close relationship with Yan Chunlai, added fuel to the fire and followed Gonghuo: "Yes! Yes! Yan Laoer is always bragging to me that their Jinghong sect has produced another genius, as if our Xumi Temple does not have one!"
Su, you have to be more angry!"
Yangsu was ignorant and had a blank look on his face: "The abbot told me about the Young Heroes Association, but he said that we monks are indifferent to fame and wealth, and don't remember victory or defeat. We only need to perform at our own level."
Baoyin and Kongming certainly knew what the abbot would tell them to do—because the abbot told them the same thing when they participated in the two sessions of the Young Heroes Association.
So the two of them were prepared for this: "If you think about it, I was the leader of the Young Heroes Association back then, and Kong Ming was also the second. Why can't you take the third place?" Baoyin was persuasive: "Think about it, you represent
You are not alone, there are hundreds of thousands of pairs of eyes of our Xumi Temple and the entire Buddhism staring at you behind your back!"
Yangsu is only fifteen this year. Although he is well versed in Buddhism, he will inevitably be brainwashed by Baoyin, an old bald donkey. In addition, he is still a child with a strong sense of honor and responsibility, so he slowly accepted this arduous task.
, clenching his hands into fists, he said obligingly: "Okay! Then how should I practice?"
Just hearing a muffled "bang" sound, Kongming had already made a hole in a tree trunk as thick as the mouth of a bowl. Before Yangsu could say anything, he punched Baoyin in the chest with the same force.
superior.
"That's about it." Baoyin pointed at Kong Ming's fist, then pointed at his uninjured chest, and said lazily: "When you practice to punch through a tree trunk, you can still block it.
Give you such a powerful punch and I will teach you something else."
Unexpectedly, Yangsu suddenly punched out a decent punch, hitting the tree trunk directly. Although this punch was not as good as Kong Ming's direct punch through the tree trunk, it also dug a deep hole.
Baoyin and Kongming looked at each other, showing expressions of surprise and joy at the same time.
Yangsu has been a monk in Xumi Temple since he was a child. He has practiced the best mental techniques and martial arts, but it is still very rare to have such skills at such a young age.
"Okay, since you already have such a skill, let me show you my skills." Baoyin touched Yangsu's little head, then took a deep breath: "You two, cover your ears!"
With the power of a roar, the masonry shook, the forest leaves fell, and the birds were startled.
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Zhuque Mountain, Fuyao Sect.
A young man stood upright with a long sword on his back, looking at the magpie on the branch of the tree with bated breath.
"The rabbit rises and the falcon falls." The young man thought silently in his heart. Suddenly, a long and narrow stream of sword energy spurted out from his back and went straight to the tree crown.
The lightning-like sword energy sank into the canopy of the tree. After a moment, the tallest branch fell at the young man's feet, but the little bird didn't even flutter its wings, as if it didn't notice the changes on its head at all.
"I thought you were going to hit that bird!" A man came up from behind the young man. He was taller and more handsome than the young man. Their clothes and swords were exactly the same.
The short boy glanced coldly at the tall one, then looked up at the magpie, and after a while he said, "Why do you want to hit it?"
The same move, the same technique, the tall boy sheathed his sword, and what fell was the magpie's tail feathers. The magpie hurriedly flew away without being seen: "I think you are fighting."
Didn’t hit?"
"Yin Huan! What are you doing?" The short boy was frightened and angry, and half of the sword was drawn out from his back.
"Huh? Do you still want to fight with me?" The tall boy smiled without any malice, but his eyes were full of coldness: "Ran Yuan, don't blame me for not warning you. It's taboo to fight inside the door."
Ran Yuan looked at Yin Huan with disgust, but still took his hand off the hilt of the sword and turned around to leave.
This chapter has been completed!